Frankenstein: Or The Modern Prometheus

Frankenstein: Or The Modern Prometheus

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Romance Mystery Science Fiction +18 more
Formaat Hardcover
Pagina's 214
Taal Engels
Gepubliceerd Jan 1, 2013
Uitgever Barnes & Noble
ISBN-10 143513768X
ISBN-13 9781435137684
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Set against a backdrop of the early 19th century, this tale delves into the depths of ambition, isolation, and the quest for understanding. The story unfolds with a sense of dread and foreboding as the protagonist grapples with the consequences of his unbridled ambition. It begins on a stormy night, where the atmosphere is thick with tension and an impending sense of doom, almost as if nature itself mirrors the turmoil within the characters.

The narrative centers around the theme of creation and the pursuit of knowledge. As the protagonist, a young scientist, defies the natural order to forge life, he is soon confronted with the moral implications of his actions. The creature he brings to life, though initially innocent, becomes a symbol of the unintended consequences that arise from the relentless quest for power and understanding.

The emotional landscape of the story is rich, exploring feelings of rejection, loneliness, and the search for companionship. The creature's plight elicits both sympathy and horror, challenging readers to contemplate the complexities of humanity and the responsibilities that come with creation. Characters navigate their intertwined fates, revealing the fragility of relationships in the face of obsession.

Ultimately, this narrative serves as a cautionary tale, reflecting on the dangers of overreaching ambition and the quest for mastery over nature. It invites readers to ponder profound questions about identity, existence, and the ethical boundaries of scientific inquiry, leaving them to grapple with the haunting implications of one man's hubris.

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This book dives straight into the consequences of unchecked ambition, the ethics of creation, and the devastating loneliness of being made “wrong” by the world before you ever get a chance to exist. Victor Frankenstein is brilliant but catastrophically irresponsible — he wants the glory of creating life, but none of the accountability that comes with it. His cowardice is honestly more monstrous than the creature’s violence.And the creature? Shelley gives him a terrifying level of emotional depth. He’s articulate, perceptive, painfully self-aware. His tragedy isn’t that he’s ugly — it’s that he learns empathy first, and cruelty second. Watching him shift from yearning for connection to calculating vengeance is the kind of character arc modern authors still try and fail to replicate.What really carries the novel is its atmosphere. The isolation. The raw, bleak landscapes mirroring the absolute unraveling of two souls who can’t escape each other. Shelley understood existential dread before we had a name for it.Is the pacing Victorian? Obviously. Does it meander? Sure. But the ideas are sharp enough to cut through any slow patches, and the emotional intelligence on display is still leagues above most contemporary “dark academia” imitators.Bottom line: Frankenstein is a masterpiece because it doesn’t just tell a story — it forces you to confront what responsibility, compassion, and monstrosity actually mean. And every time you reread it, you walk away with a slightly different answer.

This book dives straight into the consequences of unchecked ambition, the ethics of creation, and the devastating loneliness of being made “wrong” by the world before you ever get a chance to exist. Victor Frankenstein is brilliant but catastrophically irresponsible — he wants the glory of creating life, but none of the accountability that comes with it. His cowardice is honestly more monstrous than the creature’s violence.And the creature? Shelley gives him a terrifying level of emotional depth. He’s articulate, perceptive, painfully self-aware. His tragedy isn’t that he’s ugly — it’s that he learns empathy first, and cruelty second. Watching him shift from yearning for connection to calculating vengeance is the kind of character arc modern authors still try and fail to replicate.What really carries the novel is its atmosphere. The isolation. The raw, bleak landscapes mirroring the absolute unraveling of two souls who can’t escape each other. Shelley understood existential dread before we had a name for it.Is the pacing Victorian? Obviously. Does it meander? Sure. But the ideas are sharp enough to cut through any slow patches, and the emotional intelligence on display is still leagues above most contemporary “dark academia” imitators.Bottom line: Frankenstein is a masterpiece because it doesn’t just tell a story — it forces you to confront what responsibility, compassion, and monstrosity actually mean. And every time you reread it, you walk away with a slightly different answer.

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